Unorchestrated configurations of quantum physics
Held together with breathing
And pulled tight with whispers
Cosmology aside what's the probability
That your stardust atoms would ever
Find their way to my human skin?
I never knew someone could be so intoxicatingly combustible
And have such infinite gravity
Pulling everyone apart piece by piece
Then compounding us all back again
Into malformed crystallizations of protons
Orchestrated.
Held together by the air around your tongue.
Never pulled tight.